quiet spaces

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My Soldier has been gone for 3 weeks.
I talked to him for the 1st time today.
I got to wish him a ‘Happy Veteran’s Day.’
It made my heart happy.
I’ve spent 3 weeks not really talking, doing my best impersonation of a recluse.
{a recluse with a caffeine addiction and short temper.}
In all of my time hiding from people I have somehow managed to sew a ton of clothing.
I can’t bring myself to take self-portraits so you’ll have to wait for me to share.

The Army Brats and I are en-route to Seattle for 10 days.
{and don’t get any funny ideas people of the interwebs, i have a trained killer house-sitting}
The Deep South was smothering me in more ways than one.
I’ve been lonely, quiet, and a bit sad; but I don’t want this blog to be a Debbie Downer environment.
I also don’t want it to be dominated by a negative overtone.
But I don’t want to be fake, so I tend to not blog when I’m in either of those head-spaces.
I hope Seattle gives me a bit of time to breathe.
This space will likely be quiet.
Quiet is often good, especially when Jesus meets you in those quiet spaces.
And now I must feed The Peanut and head to bed.
{which happens to be one of my favorite quiet spaces}

To the men and women who have sacrificially served our country,
Happy Veteran’s Day!!